Saw some muck boots at a horse show in Scottsdale a couple of weeks ago that were quite flashy. Didn’t notice if they came in big girl sizes though.

]]>By: Donaldhttp://blog.timesunion.com/farmlife/6444/it-aint-pretty-but/#comment-11084
Mon, 07 Mar 2011 03:58:01 +0000http://blog.timesunion.com/farmlife/?p=6444#comment-11084A couple of weeks ago, I was looking back over some old Farmlife posts looking for a little information so I wouldn’t need to ask you a (yes-I-know-there-are-no-dumb-ones)dumb question about life on the farm. When I did, I realized that the first time I ever commented on one of your blogs was on this date in 2008. I didn’t try to count the number of times I’ve commented or asked questions here, but I know it’s been a couple of hundred anyway, plus in the interim I’ve had the privilege and the pleasure of getting to know farm and Keeper a bit, and to dip my toes into the deceptively simple complexity that is farmlife on this most special of hobby (another deceptively simple term)farms.

You can file this comment under gratefulness. The past three years have opened my eyes and opened my head to ways of life and ways of dealing with things that transcended my life in urban places or densely-developed suburbs. Yup, it’s a long way from growing up in the shadow of the elevated train in The Bronx to the sweet air of a summer morning in Llamaland, but it’s a journey I’ll always be glad I’ve been fortunate enough to have made. The gentle serenity of the llamas’ gaze, the steady rhythmic flow of life on the farm, the mystery and magic of changing seasons, the antics of horses and donkeys and goats and chickens, the joy of birth and the sadness of passing, along with the way these things impact humans-sometimes even me- are all things I’ve been enriched to partake of, in the words of your stories or in real life.

When I first started commenting here, one of the things I kept saying was that you told a great story, and that I hoped you’d keep writing to share your special view of life on the farm with others. Three years later you can still tell a great story, and you’re sharing the farmlife experience more widely than ever. I was thrilled to encounter this blog back in 2008, and I’m grateful to you for the new and wonderful experiences it’s brought me since then. Yeah, the smell of farm in March. Wow, I actually KNOW what that smells like now- and it means that spring is nealy here.